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When Graves wakes up on a warm and hairy chest, underneath his cheek is soft and warm flesh and a steady and strong heartbeat. He sighs and nuzzles his face even more into the chest. Not close enough . Graves wants to curl up beside Price’s heart, set up a tent, and stay there permanently. He wants to stay inside Price so they never have to separate, sear himself onto the older man, make them into one being.
He closes his eyes again and rolls to lay on top of the Brit. Price just continues to snore, completely gone to the outside world, lost to the subconscious. Sleep having him close in its clutches. Falling back asleep wasn’t hard at all, especially having Price’s warm body underneath him. Graves is more comfortable like this than he has ever been. He just wants to stay like this until the end of time.
The next time he wakes up, Price is still asleep, but one of his arms is holding Graves closer to ensure he doesn’t move or roll off. He’s startled by a grumble coming from Price’s chest. The man smacks his lips twice before opening one eye to stare at Graves who is already staring at him, taking in his boyfriend’s face, every pore, beauty marks, and the start of some wrinkles.
They don’t speak for a bit even after waking up, instead they just smile at each other and Graves lays his head down on Price’s chest again. The soft morning sun filters through their curtain. The filtered light lands right in Price’s eyes making the man groan. He lifts his arm up to shield his eyes but gives up after a few seconds. Graves laughs quietly.
“Want to get up now, old man?”
“Shut it before I roll over you. ”
Both of their voices are raw and raspy from not having been used for hours while sleeping. Graves loves — absolutely adores — Price’s morning voice. His morning breath, on the other hand, not so much and Price sometimes uses it against him, all in jest.
“As much as I’d love to be crushed by you, I want it while I’m eating you out. Now, up with you.” Graves moves to get up and out of bed but is pulled down by Price’s arms wrapping themselves around his waist, caging him. He shakes his head while laughing. “I need to piss.” He warns while wiggling around, trying to loosen the grip his partner had. Price immediately let him go.
When Graves walks out of the bathroom he’s met with a snoring Price, one hand over his stomach. For a few moments, the American just takes in the sight. The lines, curves, and hairs. How the light hits the dips of his body and how it softens it even more. The comforter lays right above his v-line hiding everything below.
He lets him sleep for a bit more while Graves gets dressed, steals one of Price’s big and cozy sweaters. One of the sweaters Price himself had knitted. Graves loves how loose and oversized it is on him, loves how the sleeves cover his hands almost completely giving him sweater paws. Being too lazy to put on anything else so he only puts on boxers, forgoing sweats or shorts.
When he finishes dressing he pokes Price’s face. The only response he gets is the Brit crunching his face and nothing else. Graves sighs before leaning over the sleeping man. He then starts kissing Price all over his face and knowing his boyfriend is ticklish on his neck he kisses and brushes his lips over the sensitive skin. Finally, he gets more of a reaction, hands swatting him away but they never hit him as he pulls away each time and comes back to pester him once more. Once Price gets enough he opens his eyes and pulls Graves down. The squeak that is pulled out of Graves sounds way louder than it should be but Price ignores it and enacts his revenge by kissing all over Graves' face and then rubbing his beard all over his neck.
“Okay, okay,” Graves laughs, “you really need to get up.” He barely gets the words out through his laughter, his stomach hurts at this point and he can feel Price laughing underneath him. Feels the vibration of the chest underneath him and sees his shoulders shaking with the laughter.
“Only if I get a kiss.”
“Is that the toll?”
“Mhmm.” Price confirms and purses his lips to get the kiss.
Graves sighs acting like it is the biggest burden he has to bear all while smiling fondly. “Well, okay then, might as well make the teddy bear happy.” The comment makes Price choke out a startled laugh and Graves gives him a kiss on the lips. “There, now up with you. I’ll make breakfast.”
The breakfast isn’t a fancy one, just some toast with scrambled eggs. Neither of them are particularly good in the kitchen. They know how to make food so they can survive but never learned anything above that. Sometimes Graves finds a cute recipe and he tries to make it, it’s a 85/15 on if the food will taste good. The chances are in his favor but again nothing too fancy, neither of them are a huge fan of unnecessarily fancy things. And today is one of the more lazy days so breakfast is kept simple.
Graves almost jumps out of his skin when Price wraps his arms around his waist from behind and hooks his head over Graves’ left shoulder.
“Almost done?”
“Yeah, you can make us coffee if you want to help.”
Price pulls away to start the coffee machine while Graves finishes the eggs and puts them on two separate plates. The breakfast is eaten in the kitchen while they carefully sip on the warm coffee. Graves looks out the window while eating while Price looks at Graves’ profile, relearning the details all over again.
Before the American can even say anything Price takes their dishes and puts them in the dishwasher.
Once everything is clean and put back in its right place they both migrate to the couch. On the floor by the right armrest is Price’s bowl with his knitting needles and yarn. He picks up his newest project and continues to work on it. While Price starts knitting Graves gets his notebook and pencil, sits down on the other side of the couch with his back on the left armrest, letting his feet dig underneath Price's thighs and starts drawing on an empty page.
They sit in silence, doing their own things while enjoying having the other by their side. The rhythmic clanking of Price’s knitting needles hitting each other and the dragging of Graves’ pencil on the paper. It is comforting, not a complete silence but enough to where they can just relax.
Graves is sketching Price’s side profile while the Brit is concentrating on knitting. His face is completely focused, his tongue poking out slightly. A quirk Graves always finds adorable and a little bit funny. He makes sure to get that sketched down. His hands are moving like they have done this a million times before and maybe they have, Price is looking out through their windows at the sun continuing to spread its light on the world, no eyes on what he’s doing with his eyes. It always fascinates Graves, a superpower he calls it while Price rolls his eyes and calls him silly with a pink flush on his face.
They sit like this for the rest of the morning. Neither of them talking, just enjoying the silence together while doing what they love. Graves draws some cute doodles around his sketch of Price. His partner’s beloved bucket hat, a stack of dollar bills, a heart with an arrow going through it and a ball of yarn.